Dr. Acula - Suburban Superstar (Strung Out On Strong Island) lyrics

Fake flippers and nickel bag b**hes Oxi cotton itches and friends turned tto snitches Suburban superstar in your daddy's car Pushin' cut yayo in your lo-cal bar The day came you tried to step up your game Featherweight prick tried to pa** of a brick The hard way ain't no place for a fake Picket white cheer smells of fresh green fear give it up Give it up Give it up Sheltered generation instagation frustration A saint like life destroyed in a night Prescription hiding idols sedated a recitals Producing future generations of unkempt denail Don't send a child to do a man's work You'll be living in a box six feet under the dirt Don't believe everything you see on TV 'Cause the day is gonna come when you meet somebody just like me Ruthless decimators devoures of youth No mortal coil while disposing 'Cause this place is dark and it's where you'll stay Like so many before you in these dead in days